She reappeared before Gill and myself with an enormous vibrator. She pulled a chair up close to us, pulled her flimsy G string to one side, and pushe... the vibrator into her wet pussy as far as it would go. Meanwhile, Gill was kneeling on the chair with her pussy over my cock. She gently eased herself down onto my erection and slowly began to slide up and down. I had nurtured that erection for over an hour now-I couldn’t hold back anymore, so I gave in to waves of pleasure that I have never. No, it couldn’t be.It was her son, certainly. But he looked like me in a few ways, not absolutely distinctly. He also looked to be about 30 years old, which ... no. It couldn’t be. It could not be.“Hello,” he said, only the faintest of New Orleans accent, “I’m Jean-Louis, Ambrosine was my mother. Are you the Johnny she met on the train in 1985?”Jean-Louis? I knew her father’s name was Lew, because that’s what a friend in the kitchen called him when he was mentioned. Jean-Louis. Zhon-Looey. John. Now it was my turn to make her happy I slowly unhooked her bra and started squeezing her boobs and started to suck it madly she started moaning ah ah ah ah ah ah then I pressed her navel then I started to lick her thighs and I could feel the smell of her pussy juice then I slowly started to lick her pussy then we heard door knocking noise she wrapped towel around her and opened the door she came to bedroom with someone I was still naked to my surprise it was moms elder sister she gave a naughty. But she was very adamant and out of force, I agreed to take the only 5K.Finally, after some more talking and discussion, I decided to take a leave and she came along for a see off and while waiting for the lift she requested since we are never going to meet again, “can we have a quick sex”, I said yes but only on one condition and she asked what is it?I said I want it to be rough and she smiled and agreed to it, both walked back hurriedly to the room, as soon as we closed the door, I pushed her.